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was found dead just minutes ago

outside a downtown restaurant.

At this time... Barkeep.

...police tell us that apparently

he was shot to death at close range

alongside two of his bodyguards.

Jim O'Bannon was 58. We now

return you back to the game.

So Jim O'Bannon, huh?

That's kind of crazy, him getting killed.

Him being a big TV star and all, don't you think?

Fame doesn't make you invincible.

Yeah, and I always thought he was a bit of a jackass,

but nobody deserves to die, you know.

I'm Allan. How you doing?

What is this, some kind of fag bar?

No, I was just... I'm sorry.

I was just trying to make some

friendly conversation, that's all.

It's like I got "Everlast" stamped across my face, man.

Like a human punching bag.

Can I have another one, please?

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

Whatever, man. It's cool.

When I spoke to you earlier,

I must have given off the impression

that I was game for conversation.

If I wasn't, I should have kept my mouth shut.

Name's Jonas.

Allan. Allan Campbell.

What you said about being a human punching bag,

you definitely look the part.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Corporate world's a b*tch.

How'd you know that?

I read The Wall Street Journal.

No, I mean how did you know that

I... I work for a corporation?

How'd you know that?

Doesn't everyone?

I'm an engineer.

You like it?

Not at the moment, no.

Why's that?

You ever...

You ever have a really, like, a really bad day,

I mean a really f***ing bad day?

Until recently, no. But recently, yes.

Well, my boss, he all but promised me

a promotion and then gave it to the new guy.

I mean, I've been working there for nine years.

I mean, I was relying on it. I had... Investments.

There's always someone else.

Our own expendability, that's all you

can ever really count on in this life.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Doesn't really explain the eye, though.

It's a bit complicated,

to say the least.

I guess some investments can really cost you.

Yeah.

Can you keep them coming, please? Thanks.

I've known her for years.

Since college.

I've known Mike... I met him just before.

And Mike is?

He was my best friend.

Your best friend that's f***ing your wife?

Yeah, well, he's not my... Yeah, yeah.

Well, it's okay, then.

Yeah, son of a b*tch was my best man at our wedding.

You know, Allan, what you said before, you were right.

You are a human punching bag.

You allow your boss to pass you

over like a Jewish holiday.

You obviously allowed someone to

work one over on you pretty good.

And you allowed your wife to f*** another guy.

I wouldn't say I allowed it.

Yes, you did, Allan. You allowed it. All of it.

You're the one who said it.

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